An Extra’s POV

"Let us begin."

As Ralyks spoke for all to listen to, a massive portal opened right behind him, the likes of which no one present had ever seen before.

Space distorted all around him, and like a massive tear in reality, the spatial rift manifested right behind him.

Every single soldier who watched was in awe.

Some had heard stories of the Dark Adventurer, but no one had ever truly seen this side of him.

Perhaps a few guards were fortunate to see Ralyks executing the Dragon back when the Capital was attacked, but their numbers were too small compared to the few thousands that gathered in the open fields.

"What are you waiting for?" Conrad raised his voice at the soldiers who were spacing out.

Their blank and utterly stunned faces soon began to change as soon as they heard their Royal Councilor's—now turned Commander's—voice echo out.

"Match in!"

The grown men obeyed and rushed in, utilizing their formation in due diligence.

Before long, they were all able to venture into the massive portal that greeted them. Not a single one was left behind.

"Shall we?" Ralyks turned to the only man who was yet to enter.

Grandmaster Conrad himself.

"Yes, Sir Ralyks."

The two men then walked into the shrinking portal, feeling the ripple of space as they entered.

From the open field of Royal Estate, their vision instantly changed into the view of a massive military clearing in the outskirts of the Merchant City.

It was a large camp, with tall walls surrounding its vicinity—hence preventing the prying of outside forces.

The overhead was an open sky, but a certain Magical Barrier formed a barrier that prevented any sort of spying from above.

occupying seven thousand—were fully protected from the observation and

most of it a

to be seen on the ground, and several wooden buildings and temporary

this place wasn't meant to be stayed at for too long. It was a station

post like this. It was designed this way because of the Dragons." Conrad murmured,

a subtle nod,

all of them

sad smile and

incredible relevance. Most posts are about as large as a

"I see…"

again looked at the surrounding area and noticed the seven thousand, five hundred soldiers already converging

slowly merged, someone rushed

in her late twenties, pretty,

it. She wore full plated

blade of choice that was hung on the strap around her hip

fell to her one knee, raising

General Lucy

deep, almost masculine. Whether this was natural, or an accent that she had formed over

least, to one of the two who watched

Lucy! It's been

smiled broadly at the younger lady, his face quickly moving towards

She's a General, and she'll serve as the Vice

stretched his hand towards the woman who still had

to become soldiers, talkless of rising up the ranks to the

—Respect!

becoming a General at such a young age. That in itself is

the outstretched hand

soon as she shook his hand, she found herself standing

to drown all of

words, Sir Ralyks. However,

glint of ambition glowed in her

look forward to